At this, Wang Ming was smug. "Well? Scared now?"
"This guardian also followed the Young Master back then, but he was among the weakest of his followers."
"Even so, once he descends into this world, he can still suppress it without me lifting a finger."
"When he descends, your bodies and souls will surely perish."
"No one can stop him."
At this point, seeing Qing He involuntarily turn into human form, he threw back his head and laughed even harder. "Well? Shaken to your core?"
Riding on Qing He, Wang Quan nodded blankly. "Shaken!"
On all fours, Qing He nodded blankly. "Utterly shaken!"
"This is the first time in my life I've ever seen a guardian like this!"
Wang Ming planted both hands on his hips and laughed at the sky.
But as he laughed, his laughter abruptly stopped.
Because as he threw back his head, he too saw the projected image.
In the image, a Daoist in ragged clothes, covered in wounds, took three steps and rested for two breaths.
A severed head hung at his waist, and he leaned on a broken spear, swaying on the verge of collapse.
Gulp!
Wang Ming swallowed. "My guardian, why are you in such a sorry state?"
"You're not actually my guardian, are you?"
"You're just my guardian's follower, or an underling's underling, right?"
Huff! Huff! Huff!
The guardian panted, his gaze unfocused. "I was ordered to intercept an Extraterritorial Heavenly Devil. I never expected this devil to be so terrifying."
"I fought the Heavenly Devil for three days and nights before finally killing him."
"I meant to take his head, rest a while, and then come find you."
"But you kept rushing me, even demanding that I project my Dharma Power to send a projection."
"My Dharma Power hasn't recovered yet,